it's a weekend long music festival in the tradition of woodstock, but unstead of jamming to your favorite band, you're jaming to a series of panel discussions and presentations of scholarly papers. you know their motto: less rock, more talk. well, this year's conference has so many amazing dissertations like, when bobby went bob, the assassination of r.f.k. and the collapse of ring-a-ding urban masculinity, and i love a pride parade, temporary spaces and split sides kitsch among lgbp marching bands. [laughter] of course, i was into lgbt marching bands way before their kitsch became politicized in temporary spaces, and yet, ladies and gentlemen, once again they have rejected my work, so it is time for my award-lacking segment, who is not honoring me now. [cheering and applause] once again my scholarly paper did not make the cut this year. they have rejected self-love in an elevator, appolonian images of hedonism, eroticism and the mechanized urban landscape in post-comeback aerosmith. if you can believe that. they said that my anthology was false and they couldn't hear a sickle. anyway, i'